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Curiosity taking over, Clover pulled her head back. She knew what barley was, but tea? How interesting! She walked over to the hunter, and tentatively looked up at him, meeting his eyes only when she saw that he was looking back.

"Come with me, bear-kin, these people want to be our friends!"

She took his hand in hers. Her hand appeared much like that of a human's, but her skin had the slightest hint of green to it instead of pink, and she had no visible veins. With a gentle tug, she led him through the door and into the building.
With curious eyes, the young girl gazed with wonder around the building, actually sticking her head through the hole in the wall.

"Such wonder! How humans make structures out of such ancient twigs of oak!"
Clover met the eyes of the woman in the cabin. She seemed excited by all the people around. Not common for forest creatures, but she liked it! She smiled.

"I heard talking, and it was not just you conversing with yourself this time, so I was curious!"

Though she enjoyed adventuring, this place had always felt comforting. Maybe she would plant herself here for a while. Her home plant needed to set root again soon, anyway.
With the hunter's attention diverted, the little girl again peered at the building.She suddenly came to the realization that they ha probably sen her by now. If they weren't friendly, she'd know by now! She walked past the hunter, her feet gliding on the ground with such grace that she didn't even disturb the leaves that rested on the soil. Making her way to one of the holes in the wall, she looked in.
I already love this
Clover, who had been threatened in similar ways by bears before, looked into the eyes of the hunter, and gave a long slow blink in hopes that this would calm him.

"Do not fear, I do not mean you any harm."

She gave a small smile, and took a step towards the hunter. She heard the voice from inside the building, now closer, but avoided the urge to look there. Any change of eye contact would agitate a bear, and that was all she was going on right now.
Clover looked at the hunter with wide eyes. Another forest dweller! She could tell, he walked without sound. She stood, hoping that this would not startle him, but keeping a hand on the tree behind her for protection nonetheless.
Clover sat with her back against a nearby tree, listening to the stern language of the Outsiders. Their words weren't as soft as the forest. More like waterfalls. Or rockfalls. It was utterly fascinating!
The nymph, who was not aware that anyone lived out this far in the forest, was for the first time in her life on alert. It had been so long since she had heard anyone speak in this tongue. Greyfall Paguild? what on earth did that mean?
Through one of the holes in the wall of the decrepit house, there was movement, not unlike that of a tree branch being blown by in a harsh wind. But there was no wind, nor was there a sound of any footsteps near the building.
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